Getting there...

I left him once. Once when Dillon was just a baby. There were daily rages back then, as there are again now. We were separated for a year but he said all the right things of course and back then, I still loved him. And back then, I really felt that since we had a child together, I owed it to my child to be absolutely certain that I had done everything in my power to make this relationship work.

Well I've done that. I am certain to my core that I've done everything possible to fully committing to this relationship and trying to make it work. Now I've learned, perhaps the hard way, that it will never work because there is a sickness of some kind festering within him and it's not anything that I could ever fix. He's dangerous, and destructive, and there is no person on this earth who could ever make it work with someone so angry with the world.

The timing is something that only I can determine and I have. But I won't say anything about it here because I'm not willing to jeopardize anything.  I trust my instincts on this. Having you here to talk to has given me immeasurable strength and courage. I need to keep doing that; it gives me the commitment to move forward. No turning back. And when I can, I'll be so happy to share it with you.

Thanks again as always, dear friend. Until next time...